A Woman I Want, Dreams

poem

“I’ve searched that realm for years,

For you, call out to me.”  I want

To curl up in your heart, she whispers.

“Even consigned to hell, hand

In hand, I’d return us to the light,

Demons left bound and kicking.”

She smiles, a romantic bastard, huh.

“A three-level tree house high

In an island oak, and orangutans.”

Who could resist? she asks.

A secret leafy, airy space all our own,

You with friends to tell stories to.

                                      for S.